Tower of Dreams

by Jim Cripps

EXT WOODLAND FOREST - EARLY SPRING - LATE AFTERNOON

Two boys in the distance are walking into the foreground. They are on a wide 
path which was once a makeshift road that is now carpeted with grass and weeds.

Coming closer into view, one of the boys' arms are flying wildly as he 
describes fantastic adventures, while the other boy retorts in a more subdued 
manner. They are dressed in coveralls and shirts, dirty and worn 
through-and-through. Over their shoulders, they each carry nearly bursting 
bags. From their dress, we can only guess the time is possibly before the 
turn-of-the-century.

					TOMMY
			…And slice 'em up with my saber,
			and stick the heads on flagpoles,
			and let the crows peck at the eyes…

					WILLIAM
			Will you shut up!

William is visibly disgusted by Tommy's ridiculous story, and points to their 
right, hoping to change the subject.

					WILLIAM
			Go over that way.

They walk through a small opening of trees and bushes.

					TOMMY
				(upset)
			I was just preparing for battle…

Tommy trails off slightly disappointed.

					TOMMY
				(under breath)
			What am I gonna do when I'm facin' 
			off with the enemy? I won't know 
			what to do if I don't practice.

William nudges his arm at Tommy's shoulder. Tommy smiles a little, looking up 
at William. They walk for a few minutes.

					TOMMY
			Are we gonna stop?
					WILLIAM
			Yeah. We shouldn't be too close 
			to the road…

EXT WOODLAND FOREST - CLEARING - LATE AFTERNOON

They stop in a small, clear area in the forest.

					WILLIAM
				(continued)
			…and not too far.

He looks around, satisfied with the location.

					TOMMY
				(curiously)
			We settin' up camp?

					WILLIAM
			Yeah. Here's good.

					TOMMY
			Great!

With great relief, Tommy throws down his pack and starts looking for sticks. 
William throws his pack down too.

					WILLIAM
			Anyway, you don't wanna be 
			sputterin' in the field 'bout 
			how you're gonna slice off some 
			guy's head, an' the crows feedin' 
			on his eyes.

					TOMMY (V.O.)
			Wha'?!

					WILLIAM
			In battle…other men are gonna 
			think you're crazy?

William unpacks some things from his bag to get to a tarp, which he then drags 
close to the trees, dropping it on the ground and spreading it out. Tommy comes 
to him and dumps the sticks he found.


					TOMMY
			I wasn't gonna say it then.
			It's just for practice now?

					WILLIAM
			Well, good. Cause if I had to, 
			I'd tell the General you're mad.

© Jim Cripps, 2004 ± 735